he lives in a city. he is black, or he is white. he is mexican, italian, polish, none of that matters to what matters is he is american. that child is more important than any politician's promise. he is american. he is a poet, scientist, a great teacher, a proud craftsmen. is everything we ever hope to be and everything we dare to dream to be. he sleeps the sleep of childhood, and he dreams the dreams of a child. and yet when he awakens, he awakens a nightmare of poverty and neglect. he fails in school. he ends up on welfare. for him, the american system is one that keeps his stomach and starts his soul. it breaks his heart. and in the end it may take his life. to millions, of children in this rich land, that is their prospect of the future. this is only part of the america i see. i see another child tonight. he years to train go by and he dreams of faraway places where he would like to go. it seems like an impossible dream. he is helped on his journey through life, a father who had to go to work record finished by six grid, sacrifi